yo ya'll dont make sense, this a cypher thread or we layin open mic hits, lingering?
either or "that master pimp" is here to claim his whores aka the fingerlings
i hope smead awareness got your spidey senses tingling
as time will fade, i remain never a lame name in this game
but all the same i stole your flame like a gusto frame
got the "breezies" blowin me back moanin my name
started out my "Jay-mez*" like kanye's fame
"tryin to be poetic and a lyrascist, but now imwritin about money, hoes and rims again"

and incase this was a cypher:
one thing i wanna do is get a better memory
so i quit pot and ate up Zanie B's
drunk, shoplifted and couldn't see
5-0 picked me up and called me Wu
Cuz when i got in that cell
i "brought the fuckin ruckus" to you
now my rhymes slowin down like glue
im tired as fuck and the sky is new
need some sleep but the yak's got me dude
i broke rule number 1, 4 3 and 2
but im still here, shed no tears, have on fear
like the blue oyster "fuck the reaper" grow some balls
take your bitch on a test drive like a honda testarose

haha, nah im not yaked up right now, but it sounded good for the line
yo it's been Smead
peace

testarosa, 4-4 packed in the holster/
here to bolster, clicked up, la cosa nostra//
brag and bost-the, multiple ways, I'll leave multiple sprayed/
with no A.K. with my verbal grenade, brigade//
Plus I packed the switch blade, showin' cat's that there b*tch made/
rudy poo mc's, get swooped in a tree, at frozen degrees//
you cat's are token to me, just thrown in the bucket/
Man, I hit it out the park just like Kirby Puckett//
Screamin' fuck-it, wack rappers abducted/
Screamin' duck quick, like I'm on some Unheard of thug ish//
ruggedness, I know you ain't never heard of this/
I'll dismiss, toss you like a discus, flows just like Christmas/
Have you wonderin' "where is the Gift list"//
Cuz Gift diss, real swift, test crues like litmus/
this swiftness, leave your bitches addicted//
the way I flips it, like A hamburger patty/
I'll hambuger gladly, and wrap you up badly//

wrapped boxed up after shot in ya seat
hiphop that dreadnaught beatin the meat
and the meat? it's all the other whack G's
like s n double "dont fuck wit she, nigga you aint no G"
R n G blastin behind me like an anthem
like watchin American X jackboot stomp 'em
hiphop call the grenade brigade
smeady'll let loose with that verbally sprayed AK
this aint "child's play" so F*@( ya "chuckie"
cuz charles lee ray
cant rain on my parade
im gettin it made like customize sh*t
gettin radio play like chin knockin to this
i started off slow but here it go quick
ey yo!
im grabbin that cash like mass to i-v-e
i've seen you starin at me
wit wide eyes and fat tits
glarin "baby blue" and "soft cotton" miss
bringin it back like the first verse
this Rhythmic Gangsta seen her first
everyother player gettin more shots blocked
then D.N. bout time bell chimes tha D.R. is in
causin swingin singin sin to win in the bin of lyrical men
it's smeady hittin rippin poppin shootin shottys
like capone vs. connery it's the real "rock"
people's elbow for ya'll smocks, kick to the jock

<chin knock>
"She likes my tone my cologne and the way i roll"
gotta love the west coast slang playas stay playin when its rainin